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Post by Freedom on Aug 31, 2009 14:27:00 GMT -5
A dove in flight landed on the gift of strangers.. detonation.. to give up life.. so young
clusterbomb playground childrens body parts flung far and wide
screaming jets bombed valley walls rumble & cave whimpering noises the marching wounded the dead in the street
the children shiver with fear brother vows to never give up the fight tanks plough through the mud brick houses silence comes over the courtyard people frantic...dig them out
food by day, death by night monsters have come to save humanity with money, guns, oil, opium & love of god throw bread crumbs in the streets of pain
the war comets they spray the earth craters form baskets of death carried shoulder high furey for the dead
a newborn shall be blessed loved and nurtured, ..in time will carry the guns of love
the hero worship the dove of freedom face down in a watery grave.
Nov. 2007
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Post by maddogblues on Aug 31, 2009 21:32:55 GMT -5
Yeah what is in our heart, the desire to get along, is covered by all the shit of those who hate us and who own the means to enforce their hatred on us. Good poem. I recalled this picture and found it to go along with it.
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